That's it, I just can't think of a future where I can sustain myself without being forced to use the shitty tool that is AI. Everywhere you go it's there, everywhere it's all about efficiency for the sake of efficiency. And yes, we need money, but I'm tired about giving up our sould, resources and money to a tool that's destroying the world, taking our resources, making everything cost more and that's making lots of people lose their jobs

​I just started a new job at a chip manufacturing factory. The entire job consists of one thing: picking up bags of chips and packing them into cardboard boxes, from 8 AM to 4 PM. 48 hours a week of absolute repetition.

​It has only been two days, and it feels like psychological torture. My brain is completely starved of any stimulation. To make things worse, management has a strict no headphones policy, so I am trapped in total silence with the deafening hum of the machinery and my own thoughts driving me insane.

​People keep telling me, "You'll get used to it," but honestly, the thought of getting "used" to this feels like accepting slow mental death.

​How do people survive this kind of mindless, repetitive labor without losing their minds? Any advice for getting through the first month or two while keeping my sanity intact?

Nobody trained me for this. We’re all just improvising 😭😂

Hello everyone,

I'm currently I'm in a job that I hate and I'm regularly finding it hard not to start randomly screaming at my desk.

It's a combination of intense boredom or intense stress, no screen privacy, constant monitoring, no opportunity for growth or movement and senior leadership with no ability to regulate their emotions. Oh, and bad pay.

I currently don't have the option to be jobless, but I've been applying to about 20 jobs a day for the last 4 months with no responses.

This has manifested in biting my nails and writing long rants into my phone notes to vent some frustration.

Any recommended coping mechanisms? Weirder the better. Thaaanks 💖

I had a job that I genuinely loved last year. I worked for a small nonprofit, for a cause that I cared about, with a team that thought I was fantastic and loved giving me opportunities for training and growth, and they paid enough that I never minded the downsides. The commute sucked, and there wasn't a ton of room to move up in my department, but I felt like I mattered there.

And then budget cuts came down from the government, and four rounds of layoffs later, I was finally out the door.

I knew it was coming, and I made the best of it. I used it as a chance to do some short-term temp work that was more directly in my field for experience, then to get in at a bigger company with a bigger team and (in theory) more opportunities at promotions. It was a $10,000 pay cut, but that's the job market for you. I was lucky; I wasn't out of a job for more than a week.

But this job is slowly chipping away at me and i don't know how long I can keep this up.

It's not an issue of pressure, at least not in the usual way. It's that there's no pressure. No responsibility, no learning, nothing but redirecting calls and mindlessly scanning files into an out-of-date system. My boss somehow expects this task to eventually be finished, as if a stack or even a box of new ones don't show up at my desk every other week. I'm the only person in my department with no work-from-home days, no standing desk, no freedom to go get coffee or go for a walk to the next building to get water. I have exactly one meeting every other week. No one even bothers to pretend that my job is important; i found out from a coworker that my boss didn't even want to fill the position and only hired me under duress.

They said when I was hired that I would get experience in this position so I could move up. What exactly am I getting experience in, the sensation of my brain dribbling out my ears? There's theoretically an opening for a promotion coming up, but it's only available because my boss fired someone on their first day back from medical leave and I'm not even sure she's allowed to do that!!

I wish I could leave without my resume being full of short-term employment. I promised myself that I'd stay until at least April, but I don't know if i can do it anymore.

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Ok for context I am 16 and I just got hired for my job at Chuck E. Cheese and I came in today for orientation and it was so much information and stuff I felt ready to explode. Also the way one of the managers made it sound in the interview was that I would be assigned a station and nothing but that station and to be Chuck for a couple of months until we switch but when I went in today another manager was like your going to be all over doing everything.
And I just feel like I should go somewhere simpler for my first job. As well as I told the manager that I could work during the week after school but my mom thinks I only applied to work Fridays and weekends because that’s what she wants me to work.
So should I just quit before they go through the trouble of training me?????

I have been at my job for 3 years now. My boss at the beginning was nice as most bosses try to be at the start but since then she’s been micro-managing… this year it got worse since I had a medical emergency at work. I thought she would lay off a little bit but she’s truly showing her true colors. No concerns about how the job might be part of what’s taking a toll on me while I deal with uncertainty about what’s happening to my body. I also have things at home that aren’t so great and the boss knows this and still chooses to make my life miserable. She’s got her “favorite” employee who seems to be the only one she thinks can do no wrong but I do my job and I don’t bother anyone but she seems to have it out for me. I don’t know what her issue is and honestly I just want to be able to do my job with little to no one giving me a hard time but she makes it basically impossible….

Unpopular truth: it seems that at a lot of workplaces, the loudest and most aggressive people get promoted, not the kindest. I've watched it happen again and again. I'm not going to change who I am, but it truly sucks that this is a reality for a lot of us. I love being kind and cordial. It’s so hard for me to be rude and aggressive especially for no apparent reason.

I don’t even know how to explain how much I hate working a 9–5 office job. And I mean genuinely HATE it. Not in the normal “I don’t feel like going to work today” kind of way. It’s so much worse than that.
Sometimes I literally lock myself in the bathroom at work and cry because I can’t stand being there. I feel so trapped, and I don’t even know how to put that feeling into words.
And I know how ungrateful this probably sounds. I know people need to work to survive. I know I’m lucky to even have a job. But knowing all of that doesn’t change how I feel.
The thing is, I’m not even a lazy person. I can literally study for 12 hours a day, including weekends, and be completely fine with it. I love learning. I love feeling like I’m developing as a person. I don’t mind working hard at all.
But sitting in an office for eight or nine hours every single day makes me feel like I’m wasting my life. I hate that I have to give away most of my day just to earn enough money to live. I hate waking up knowing that my time isn’t mine. I hate coming home and realising how little of the day I actually have left for myself.
And what makes it even worse is knowing that I’m expected to just accept this as normal. Five days a week, every week, for decades.
I don’t want to spend my life waiting for weekends. I don’t want to constantly look at the clock wishing the hours away. I don’t want to feel like I’m only actually living when I’m not at work.
I have so many things I want to do. So much I want to learn. I genuinely enjoy being productive, but I want to decide what I spend my time on.
I wish I could explain just how intense this feeling is. Sometimes I feel like screaming because I can’t believe this is what adult life is supposed to be.
I’m not writing this because I expect to never work again. I know that’s unrealistic. I just want to know if anyone else feels this strongly about it.
Because sometimes I look around the office and see everyone just going about their day, and I genuinely wonder how they’re all okay with it while I’m sitting in the bathroom trying not to cry.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who feels this way